Morse Code Bracelet: A Unique Blend of Style and Secret Communication
In the realm of jewelry, where style meets significance, the Morse Code bracelet emerges as a unique blend of fashion and hidden communication. Its allure lies not just in its aesthetic appeal but also in the clandestine messages it can convey through a series of dots and dashes.
At first glance, a Morse Code bracelet appears as an ordinary accessory, crafted with beads or delicate metal elements strung together in an elegant design. However, upon closer inspection, its true charm unfolds as each bead represents a letter, number, or symbol in Morse Code, a system of communication developed by Samuel Morse and Alfred Vail in the early 19th century.
What makes Morse Code bracelets truly captivating is their ability to encode personalized messages, making them intimate tokens of sentiment and meaning. From declarations of love to affirmations of friendship, wearers can imbue these bracelets with messages that hold significance known only to them and their intended recipients.
Beyond their inherent symbolism, Morse Code bracelets serve as conversation starters, sparking intrigue and curiosity wherever they are worn. Observers may admire the bracelet's design, unaware of the hidden message it conveys. This element of mystery adds depth to the wearer's style, inviting others to decipher the code and uncover its hidden meaning.
Moreover, Morse Code bracelets offer a tangible connection to history, serving as a tribute to the ingenuity of communication pioneers. In an age dominated by instant messaging and digital communication, these bracelets serve as reminders of a time when encoding messages required skill and precision, yet held the power to connect people across vast distances.
The versatility of Morse Code bracelets knows no bounds, with artisans and designers continually innovating to offer diverse styles and interpretations. From minimalist bands to intricate woven patterns, each bracelet carries its own aesthetic charm while retaining the timeless appeal of Morse Code's simplicity and elegance.
In addition to their aesthetic and symbolic value, Morse Code bracelets hold practical significance in today's digital age. In situations where verbal communication may be challenging or impractical, these bracelets offer a discreet means of conveying messages, whether it's a reminder, a call for help, or a simple expression of affection.
As wearable reminders of the power of language and the beauty of hidden meaning, Morse Code bracelets transcend mere accessories, becoming vessels of expression and connection. They remind us that beneath the surface of everyday interactions lies a world of encoded emotions and untold stories waiting to be discovered.
In conclusion, the Morse Code bracelet stands as a testament to the enduring appeal of both style and substance. Its ability to blend fashion with hidden communication makes it a truly remarkable accessory, one that speaks volumes without uttering a single word. Whether worn as a personal keepsake or a thoughtful gift, the Morse Code bracelet continues to captivate hearts and minds, weaving its intricate tales of connection and meaning across generations.
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I'll never write it so gonna post the abandoned idea for it here (also as a reminder, all my fic ideas are for grabs unless stated otherwise so if someone wants to pick it up, be my guest)
Red strings of fate/Soulmates AU
You are connected to your soulmate by a red thread only you and your soulmate can see and touch (and cut). When your soulmate dies, the thread solidifies and becomes heavier, as long as the distance between the soulmates was the time one of them died — almost like a chain.
Jake and Bradley find out they're soulmates early on in flight school — it's hard not to when the thread pulls tauter and tauter until they finally meet in the same classroom and they can see the other end of the thread for the first time.
There's fascination, there's the thrill of sneaking around (they should disclaim it, as soon as they learn, so it can be put in their records, but they never do) and everything is new and bright. They start to treasure the string, turning around their fingers and finding joy in noticing the other end twitching and pulling — with time, they notice the motions translate over the tread no matter how far away they are.
They make up a system of pulls and tags, using Morse code and it becomes something else, they become something else — in the air, wordlessly in sync, on the ground, talking to each other whenever they want, during sleepless nights and separate schedules and long-distance deployments.
Until.
Things start getting complicated. Bradley has commitment and abandonment issues, Jake's an all-or-nothing type of guy and just being soulmates isn't enough.
They go their separate ways. Bradley still, sometimes, when he can't sleep and the night makes him feel like nothing has a sense or a purpose, sends little messages down the thread. He never gets replies.
The day they meet again at the Hard Deck, Jake suspects Bradley is coming for the same assignment. The string’s been getting lighter and lighter the whole night, dropping down, no longer stretched to its limit.
They try to ignore the string the whole time the training goes on, but Mav still suspects. He doesn't say anything, but he feels like history is repeating itself.
When Mav and Bradley are arguing in the debriefing room and Warlock comes in, he doesn't say anything but Mav looks down at his own wrist and his face turns white and Bradley knows at that moment.
(Whether Mav and Ice are soulmates and married or they are soulmates but Ice still married Sarah, that's up for discussion).
During the whole funeral, Mav rolls the invisible thread around his wrist, moving onto his arm when it's not enough.
It's at that moment — Bradley decides Jake will never have to do the same.
The minute he turns around for Mav, he makes up a plan in his head.
They find each other in the snow, and argue, but by the end of it, Mav is making up a crazy plan and they'll try to return in one piece. Try being the keyword.
He pulls on the string, the thread between his thumb and index finger.
Mav frowns. "What are you doing?"
"Sending a message before we go."
He repeats it, just in case Jake hasn't realized in time to catch the whole thing at first. And then he starts looking through the pockets of his life vest.
“He’s not walking around with a dead man’s chain, Mav.”
Mav tries to stop him the second he realizes what Bradley is going to do but it's too late — with the same knife he cut his parachute off, he cuts off the thread, close to his wrist, letting it fall limping into the snow, red almost looking like droplets of blood.
It takes Jake a minute to realize that the tagging is a physical feeling, not just wishful thinking formed by his imagination.
The carrier deck is a mess, the foxtrot teams returned, Phoenix is now arguing with the admirals about Rooster's position — he might not be dead, sir — and the ringing in Jake's ears doesn't stop until he looks down at his wrist, and sees the string moving, the pulling a rhythmic, well-known motion.
Aloud, breaking up the vivid discussion about Maverick and Rooster's status, he says, “Rooster is alive, he’s—he’s talking,” and it almost feels like it's someone else using his voice.
“What do you mean, Hangman? His comm is silent.”
“Can feel it on the string, it’s still red and he’s— he’s tugging in Morse code,” he says. He closes his eyes and lets himself be pulled by the wrist. “S-O-R-R—Sorry, he’s—sorry and—and—I-L—Shit, no.”
I-L-Y
The string flops down, loose. “No—”
He cut it. He cut it because it's still red and not gray but still too limp and he knows it. His wrist feels too light, too free.
When Bradley lands on the carrier, his wrist is bare and the thread pools around Jake's feet. It doesn't magically reconnect when they touch, when they shake hands.
Jake tries to desperately find the other end, carrying rolls and piles of it with him as he follows Bradley to the med bay.
“Jake, just—just cut it,” he tells him. “It’s going to connect you again in a day or two.”
Jake ignores him, pulling miles and miles of the thread into circled piles next to Bradley's bed. He can't see the floor — it's just red and red and nothing else.
“No,” is all Jake says. “Not to you.”
It'll find him a new match, connect the thread to someone else, to someone who isn't Bradley.
"Bring me some scissors," Bradley says. He almost feels bad, when Jake's gaze turns up to him, glaring with shiny eyes. "Just do as I say for once."
Wordlessly, looking like it pains him, Jake brings him disposable scissors.
Bradley grabs his hand before he can move away, pulls about three feet of the thread from the pile, and cuts off the excess on the floor.
He wraps it around his own wrist, the string thin and soft, and a little clumsily ties it into a loop over his arm. When he leans away again, the thread takes a second, taut, and then stretches with the distance, like it has always done.
Jake stares at it, too focused and too absent. "That's the shittiest knot I've ever seen."
Bradley huffs. "Well, you gotta learn to live with it."
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i'm pretty sure u followed me first (bc i almost never follow anyone first oopsie) and i saw you and was like 'wow neat. look at this neat writing it's so pretty. look at the way they write all these characters, look at these ocs i LOVE them'
and then i just never left and never want to and from time to time roll around in your askbox like a cat to mark my territory
i loaf u ur genuinely a joy and a delight to see on my dash and your writing is just SO SO SO PRETTY ur a superstar and a v cherished friend i am glad we met mwah
WHY DID YOU FOLLOW, WHY DID YOU STAY?
I remember!! I did follow you first. My husband has such fond memories of TOS that, when I saw you in my suggested users or whatever it was in ye olden days, I was like... how funny would it be for me to roleplay with them?
I. Don't even want to think about how many years ago that was. I may not have even been married then. It was A While.
I love that I've gotten the pleasure to know you and your Zelos, and one day, when you make your multimuse, I'll harass all of them too. I'm so happy to have you around. I don't send Christmas cards and handmade hats for just anyone. 💚💙💜
Thank you for sticking around. You've got me through a lot of tough times and have always been thoughtful. I hope I bring you the same comfort you bring me.
Lots of loaf 🍞
@zelotae
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